Corduroy by Max Everhart

Luke’s Lounge. Friday night. A chubby teenager named Corndog places an envelope on the bar next to a glass of Jim Bean belonging to Margaret Saleeby.  Worried his heart’s going to bust through his chest and ruin his favorite Dale Earnhardt T-shirt, he glances at Miss Saleeby’s muscle, a pear-shaped man named Earl now fiddling […]